Poetry#8- Woman

WOMAN
By : Camille Marie Tricot

This lovely shape,
In a second disappears,
To make me find the escape,
While discovering the world with my ears.

In a minute, your tears
Follow my first crying.
Mine are because I overhear,
Yours because you discover my being.

You mother,
You sister,
You daughter,
Are the embodiment of that two words :

Prettiness,
Pureness.

You are the incarnation of beauty.
That word had been created for you.
And that’s because of your sensibility,
That the world still going through.

There is here no superficiality.
Every sheath is lovely,
But not as your inner beauty.

Women have that power
To handle the suffering
And the ability to creating
And giving birth to the better.

There is something mystical,
Almost frightening.
Behind that softness,
Behind that gentleness,
There’s not fragility,
But that powerful ability,
To handle and transform every little thing.

Like a sweet melody,
You give to the world a soul.
You make it liveable,
By your sweetness and sense of harmony.

And by the way,
That poem is for every single day...

Who make this poem is the woman on the picture
Hope you like it
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